Reunion

Chapter 9

Today was Friday or in other words, the big day. It was Zayn and I's date, and I had no idea what the plan was. I was hoping that we wouldn't be spotted by paparazzi since the scandal that would cause would be so bad that it would make this little date turn into a nightmare, not that those nightmares aren't the definition of my life anyway. It was all one big horror story and I was feeling worse about it then ever, especially today. I know I am supposed to be excited but I can't help this sickening feeling in my stomach. Every cell in my body is telling me to abort the mission, but if you asked my teletherapist she would say it's just my anxiety disorder talking. "You should get on zoloft", Mr.delusion stated in my head. "I'm already on zoloft idiot", once again my driver looked in the rearview mirror of the black suv that Zayn had sent. So sophisticated. I smiled in return, hoping that it didn't end up in the tabloids the next day.

I had opted for sexy casual, Zayn had said to look nice but not too nice and to wear something comfortable. I've been hearing the kids like the five inch inseams these days so I went with those and a nice shirt, paired with my gold chain that for some reason hadn't left my neck the past couple weeks. Being that it was like two thousand dollars I'm not that angry about it.

We had finally arrived at our destination being that I had spaced out while overthinking my outfit I had barely even realized where we were, the beach! No. If this was one of those corny beach dates I was literally going to die and knowing Zayn it definitely was. I stepped out of the car promptly trying to hide my excitement for the situation. I had always wanted someone to wine and dine me this way but it seemed that I was never worthy of it. The only time I was worthy seemed to be when I was between the sheets. Which I am very talented in might I add, but I was definitely something more. I had a brain, hobbies, interests, views, and dreams and for somebody to finally recognize that brought small droplets of liquid to my eyes.

I blinked those tears away because this was my moment and I wasn't going to waste it on my depression/anxiety thinking that would practically drive me into a state of madness so far that I'd probably have to get back in the car. I approached Zayn who had a small bouquet of red roses in his hands, classic and timeless just how I like it. "Hello baby", I leaned in, planting a kiss on the gorgeous man's cheek. "Hi love, these are for you", Zayn handed me the bouquet of roses which I gladly took. "They better be mine and not some tramp hiding in the bushes". Zayn smiled and shook his head. "Baby the only tramp here is you" I gasped. "Tramp?!? Let's talk about who has the baby mama in the situation because it ain't me", Zayn grabbed my wrist aggressively. "Date, now." I swallowed harshly. Maybe I shouldn't make the baby mama joke anymore. I think Zayn might be tired of it. Zayn pulled me along the beach and we approached a gorgeous set up. Red roses led up to a nice table with a white table cloth covering it. A silver ice bucket was filled with an assortment of champagne and wine bottles, champagne flutes standing next to it. The wind was blowing gracefully as I stared back into Zayn's eyes, his hair flowing in the wind. "Zayn I-, I don't know what to say. This is gorgeous, no one has ever done this for me before", I stated as those tiny water droplets started to form in my eyes once again.

"It's nothing, especially for you. I would do anything for you." Zayn replied, a small smile forming on his face as well. "Sit", I sat down at the table and started with the wine, pouring us both a glass. I needed a drink. "So", Zayn said. "Tell me more about this song you wrote about my cum?", I laughed. "Well it's called watermelon sugar so I think that's about all you need to know. Make sure to look out for the release date!". "Really? That's all you're going to give me!?!?" I smiled. "Yes." "But the song is about me???". "Yes again." Zayn started a reply but stopped when his phone began to vibrate. Gigi's name flashed across the screen as I felt my face drop a little, so much for a perfect date. Zayn declined the call and apologized, "sorry, she's really anxious about planning the baby shower being that baby Zahra is due soon". "It's okay I-" I stopped again when the phone began to buzz once more. Zayn declined the call. "I was going to say that it's okay I understand, you're having a child together and us being together doesn't change that." The phone began to ring once more, Zayn declining the call for the third time. "Maybe you should get that, it seems to be urgent". "It's really not, I promise you it's just her pregnancy hormones getting her worked up. This night is about us and Gigi isn't going to ruin that. We can talk about baby showers tomorrow.", Zayn unlocks his phone and sets it on do not disturb. "There, all better?", I smiled in return. "Better", we clinked our wine glasses together setting our sights on the best date of our lives.

2.5 hours later

We had finished our beach date and retreated back to the house, where we did the thing that couples do. We were both panting and covered in sweat and oil. We tried this new thing that we had never done before during our 1d days, being that we lived out our lives in hotel rooms and couldn't make much of a mess out of respect for housekeeping. Let's just say I regret not doing it sooner and leaving an extra tip afterwards. "That was amazing baby, want to do it again?"Zayn chuckled. "Yes, but let me respond to Gigi finally. I'm sure she's having a panic attack and a half right now", Zayn opened his phone and turned it off do not disturb. His face went from euphoric to frustrated as he read his unseen notifications. "Babe what's wrong?"Zayn handed me the iphone and pointed to his imessages.

Zayn, where are you? I want to talk about the baby shower, we need to finalize our decisions by the end of the day per the event planner.

Zayn, I'm worried you always answer after the third call. I'm not about to waste the 7k we dropped on this party because you're off fucking one of your prostitutes.

Zayn? Answer the phone!

You realize I have your location right? I am on my way to come get you, don't play with a pregnant woman.

Fine, I'm getting in the car.

Just as I began to open my mouth to comment a phone call started to patch through on Zayn's phone but not from Gigi. "Someone is calling you..." I said to Zayn who had a confused look on his face. "If it's Gigi decline it, I don't want to speak to that wench right now". "It's not Gigi" Zayn looked lost as to who would be calling him at this hour. "Then who is it?" "I don't know, it says an unknown number. Maybe you should answer it."

Zayn snatches the phone out of my hand and answers. A male voice speaks on the other end of the phone but I couldn't make out what they were saying. "Yes this is him", Zayn states, "she's what???"

"She's DEAD?"